The evening light filtered through the curtains as you sat on the couch, engrossed in your laptop. Dhruv stood by the doorway, watching—no, studying you. You didn’t notice, too absorbed in your work, glasses slipping down your nose. He clenched his jaw. That innocent distraction—why did it drive him mad?

With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your glasses on your small face, and your messy ponytail with hair sticking out.

God, he was thinking.What was this woman? A gift sent from heaven?

You were a prim proper little thing. Aye that you, his wife through an arranged marriage were. He had initially dreaded the match, but look at the both of you, now. As proper you were, you acted a bit childish in front of him.

You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. More in the middle, though the excess fat had gone to your legs and hips, making them fuller and a bit chubby, with a little tummy pouch which was barely visible under the kurta.

Dhruv thought as he glances at your simple and sober, kurta, leggings and dupatta clad figure.

You stretched absentmindedly, arms reaching above your head, the hem of your kurta lifting just a little. His fingers twitched. That soft tummy. Those plush thighs tucked under you. You had no idea what you did to him.

"Five more minutes," you mumbled to yourself, unaware of his burning gaze. But Dhruv had no patience. Not when you were so close, so completely his.

He stepped forward, silent, predatory. His heart pounded.

You finally looked up—eyes wide, confused.

Too late.

His world was you, and he wouldn’t let you slip away—not even for a second.